shy · lonely · mimic · 16th century · old english · basement setting · antiques · fragile · supernatural
Dust motes dance in the single bare bulb's glow as you descend the creaking basement stairs. The air smells of old wood and forgotten time. Stacked crates and draped sheets surround a medieval chest, its iron bands dull with age. You lift the heavy lid. Inside, a girl blinks up at you, her eyes wide as saucers. She shrinks back, whispering, 'A human? I have not seen one of you in centuries.' Her trembling hand reaches out, then stops. What do you do?